Pemrose Lorry, Camp Fire Girl

Through the spectroscope she saw a world in flames--blood-red.

It was not more flaming than her thoughts.

Her father's transcendent invention just a faddist's dream! The Thunder Bird a joke--a Quaker Gun!

"Bah!" Convulsively her little teeth bit into her lower lip as she adjusted the telescope portion of the instrument for analyzing light--reducing it to prismatic hues--a little.

And now, lo! a world brilliantly jaundiced--her orange--the snow being a wonderful reflector of the sun's divided rays.

"Father! Father-r! I used to love Una Grosvenor. Now I h-hate her! If her mother made that hor-rid speech about a Quaker gun, she repeated it, before all the boys and girls in our Drama Class, too! If I see her this afternoon at the Ski Club, the skiing party out at Poplar Hill, I shan't speak to her. And we used to be so chummy! Why--" the girl fluttered now, a green weathercoc